Chapter 2

The beginning day of the new girl, Manfah

Ingfah, now reborn as Manfah, woke up with a terrible headache that made her body curl up. Aside from the pain from a wound on her head, the memories of her former body also overwhelmed her, causing her to faint again. When she awoke, she found herself in a bathroom.

There was a flush toilet, a shower, and a sink in this beautifully tiled bathroom.

"Wow! The God really did what I asked."

Manfah looked into the mirror over the sink. She examined her face and found that...

Hmm... her face was the same, still as beautiful, only now in a child’s body. After exploring the bathroom, she stepped out into the rest of her new home—a simple but sturdy one-story house made of wood and concrete, with two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room.

Everything one might need in a house was here.

Manfah opened another door she hadn't checked yet and discovered a small kitchen garden. Beyond this small plot, there was a fruit orchard that her parents had planted together.

Manfah remembered she had been given a farming system.

"System," Manfah called out, but nothing happened. She then visualized a game interface, and this time it appeared in her mind.

"Hmm… So this is it. I play this game up to level 99, really."

Manfah thought. She had spent quite a long time complaining about her money and belongings from the previous world to the god. Somehow, she felt a little better now.

Her house was the furthest in the village because the land was the cheapest there. Her parents had chosen this place even though it meant a long and inconvenient commute. However, her father had saved enough money to buy a bicycle, which he used to go shopping, do odd jobs, and sometimes transport vegetables to sell in the provincial town.

Walking there was really too far; cycling might be slower but was better than walking.

At this time, bicycles, motorcycles, and cars were very expensive. In fact, her father was well-educated and could have provided a more comfortable life for her mother, but due to her grandfather, or rather, Phraya Decha Damrongsak, who pressured them, they had to flee to the countryside. They had no choice but to take up farming here.

Her grandfather was a person of high rank and very strict, with a foul mouth and such high pride that even his own family could barely tolerate it.

"Another month, then I have to meet grandfather. I really don't want to go to the capital, Siam. Life here is good, albeit simple and leaning towards the poor side, haha."

Manfah explored the fruits and vegetables in her dimension. There were so many that she trembled with excitement.

She wanted to sell them right away for cash, but she couldn't just yet.

Manfah looked around and walked about.

Nobody was in sight.

With a sly smile, Manfah pointed her finger at where she wanted to plant orange, guava, banana, durian, and mangosteen trees outside of her dimensional space.

She arranged five rows, ten plants each. Then, she planted more kitchen garden vegetables—coriander, spring onions, pumpkin, kaffir lime, lime, lemongrass, bird's eye chili, cayenne pepper, cucumber, and Chinese chives.

She went all out, enjoying herself thoroughly. She figured she wouldn't manage rice farming—just harvesting these vegetables would be enough to exhaust her. This was just for appearances; today was enough.

Sigh... Tired!!!

"Man! Little Man, are you there, kiddddddd?"

Manfah heard someone calling from the front of the house and quickly ran to the front. "Yes, yes, I'm here."

At the front stood a plump man waiting for her. He was dressed in a khaki government official’s uniform.

Little Man, what have you been doing? Uncle hasn't seen you for days. I've been worried about you. Why don't you come and stay with me, dear?"

"I've been gardening, Uncle Phin. The vegetables are coming along well, and I was planning to harvest them and sell them at the market. My parents planted a lot of fruits and vegetables."

"That’s why you haven’t come to see me... Come stay with me. I worry about thieves hurting you."

“There’s nothing in my house worth stealing, Uncle. Grandma Tan's house looks more tempting to rob, hehe," Manfah joked cheekily.

"You and your jokes. Grandma Tan would scold you if she heard that. Do you need help? Are you selling a lot?"

"Yes, Uncle. I have a little money now, but I want to make money quickly. Other houses have electricity, but mine doesn't."

"So you won’t consider staying with me?"

"I don’t want to bother you, Uncle Phin. Besides, I can’t leave this place. It’s the last thing my parents left me. Uncle Phin, do you know anyone who buys vegetables and fruits? The produce from my backyard is very fruitful and beautiful."

"Sure, no problem. These days, big cities need a lot of food. Most people are moving there to find jobs. There aren’t many people left who farm. Look around our houses; it's getting emptier. At the end of the village, no one lives here except you. I really wonder how you manage. Aren’t you afraid of ghosts?"

"No fear, Uncle Phin. You visit me often, and you're the village headman. No one dares do anything to me."

"In that case, make sure you lock up well. Have you eaten anything yet? I brought you some noodles from the market."

Manfah extended her hand to receive the food and pressed her hands together in a traditional Thai wai, expressing her gratitude. "Thank you, Uncle Phin. In this world, you're the only one who's kind to me."

Elder Phin felt a pang of heartache. Manfah was the daughter of his close friend, and now she was all alone, surely struggling and feeling isolated.

After her parents, Pipop and Jitlada, had passed away, Manfah had become quiet and withdrawn, rarely leaving her house and no longer the cheerful child she once was. However, today was different; she seemed more lively and mature, even though she was still in a child's body.

Though he was surprised by the change, he was relieved to see Manfah appearing happy again.

"You're like a daughter to me. Anything you need, you must tell me, understand?" Village Headman Phin gently patted little Manfah's head.

"Yes," Manfah grinned, determined to show Uncle Phin that she really was alright now.

"Then tomorrow, I'll bring a merchant to pick up your fruits and vegetables. Don’t worry about that. Is there anything else you need help with?"

"No, thank you, Uncle. I can manage the rest on my own."

After their conversation, she walked Uncle Phin to his classic, yet still shiny, motorcycle.

Once Uncle Phin had driven off, Manfah went back inside. After finishing her noodles, she gathered vegetables and fruits into large woven baskets.

Unfortunately, she had only six baskets, which now contained coriander, spring onions, oranges, and mangosteens.

That would have to do for now; she could buy more baskets tomorrow. By the time she finished, it was already nine in the evening.

As soon as her head hit the pillow, Manfah fell asleep immediately, unaffected by the sweltering heat of the night.